Custer’s Last Charge (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
IF the muse were mine to tempt itAnd my feeble voice were strong,If my tongue were trained to measures,I would ...
WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprearHer crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched ...
A fairy thing was Milly when She blest my wondering sight;I ne'er shall meet her match again-- A maid so gaily bright.Her ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
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